Towels

The scent of orange peels came to me in a dream,
I had a premonition of apple cider and red lips puckered - ready to be kissed
Then I closed my eyes and stared into the darkness,
I never knew it could be like this!
As the shapes took form behind my eyelids
I imagined what blindness must be like
I thought about her voice
It was like a carnival was going on,
With the music of a pipe organ under a big top's bright light,
From here to there it crackled and popped in my mind,
Spectacular and fantastic, back and forth we rocked

It was as though I was never there, always and everywhere all at once
Her music was dancing through my ears like flames through a cardboard box
And instantly I thought about the years still gone and far behind,
Like a voltage meter that had escaped from a thousand watts of electricity
And from all of the other thoughts that were lost and too hard to find
And the thought of a sponge came to me.
But I was never really blind
But at the same time all I wanted to do was see
Red streaks were climbing up and down my back
Striking out new paths,
And at that thought I drew in a deep breath and laughed
Because the water had been too hot, maybe even too much
There in the steam I drew stick figures of people I once knew
And time slowly passed

There were goldfish sitting in the bottom of a sink, gasping for air,
I realized that they were living too and I saw myself down there
Again I thought about her eyes,
And I wept for their beauty, untouched by illusions, unscarred by lies
They were like star dust trapped inside marbles
With billions and billions of lights inside
Blue, then, purple procreating with purple, procreating with red,
Yes! All rich, vivid and alive
Turning around themselves in circles on a cosmic turntable

Until I realized all thoughts said within are living too, and that was the deepest sex
Because that brought me back here to this moment now
To this time together, to this place we are,
To these words spoken, to this love shared,
To my arms gently holding you
And I lay in hypnosis... in trance meditation
What Life lies in wait, untold
All that remains is petty speculation